“Stop telling me that my damn kid is going to grow up fast and I’m going to miss this stage!” I actually used to scream that in my head when someone told me that I should just ’embrace it’, because one of these days they will be grown and I’ll look back and regret that I wished it away.
Four years ago, I spent a very rainy Friday afternoon in a temple sitting with other mourners as I listened to a rabbi say beautiful things about a friend I knew…
I know why I’m second best. I know that since I’m the one involved in the daily parenting grind, telling her – make your bed, go brush your teeth, get dressed, STOP jiggling my butt! – I’m the prime target for her frustration and anger. I WANT TO BE THE FAVORITE PARENT!
The word co-parenting is a lie. In my experience, co-parenting doesn’t always mean two people working together. In our house, for a long time, co-parenting meant one person working alone.